to face the music Face the music, face the music Face the music, face the music Face the music, face the music Face the music, face the music Face the music, face
the corner, around the corner Dont hold back You got to give what you got, give what you got You got to face the music, face the music, Face the music, face
real niggas Some real niggas, you'll never see what I've seen When I sleep, I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost,
coped two more, brought four for RZA Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers Wonder Woman armed, Ghost
breakfast down at Pan Pan's, what's your favorite dish? He ordered cheese eggs and grits, I had the swordfish What is this? Three niggaz dressed in black
Miami Heat [Verse 2 - Young Jeezy] They like young where u been niggaz acting like I got goosed Til I came back in that black on black phantom ghost
over. Maino! Get used to me! What you think man? What you think? What you think? When they face to face with a real nigga huh? You face to face with
her birthday suit cause of the damn cake now there's crumbs all over the damn place and she want me to cum all over her damn face I never understood planned
hottest rap label around? But he wasn't talking 'bout Coke and birds It was more like spoken word except he's really puttin' it down And he explained the story about how Blacks
day That one of us would want to run away As separate as black from blue And easy as a hundred years of solitude PRECHORUS CHORUS The night so lonely A heart so black
you fucked up killa And I'm gon' ride, won't lose no sleep over nuthin' You can save it friend, but all these years Face to face, ain't nobody said
be a murder 'Cause I'm a fuckin' killer by nature It had to be a murder I looked him in the eye then I shot him in his face See, niggas make mistakes, black
body Mainly in your brain tissue, witness from the scene Get ghost, stash the pistol So simple then, watch my back, lay up and relax Roll a sack, [unverified] K-A black
at your face how the four bullets break down ya eye I'm from a place where ya either kicked out or die shit real when they catch you at the wheel and blow your face
you Sheek'll run up and smack the shit out you I live this shit, it's never gon stop Open niggaz face wit a octopus top Face all ripped up, catch me
't go away His lips they move but got nothing to say Stares blankly threw her face Recollection of his brothers as they played The world is black the
there for you I got you, let old black water bring us together Old black water keep on rolling Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shining on me? Old black
